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piosenniel · 03-31-2003, 03:28 PM

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The sun blazed down on Santiara's back like every other day. Her lips and mouth were so dry, if only she could have some water! The guards were right in front of her, there was no way she was going to be able to get to the water that was kept by the fence. She tossed her bleached, limp hair out of her eyes and stared at the two guards. 'What do you think your doing eh?' One shouted at her menacingly, holding up the whip. She looked away from him to the water bottle he had. He looked at the bottle and then smiled wickedly. 'So you're thirsty are you?' He said softly coming closer to her. She didn't move. 'Well I'm sorry then.' he whispered into her ear, she could smell his foul breath and she looked at him in disgust. He put the bottle to his lips and drank deeply. When he had finished all the water he kicked dirt in her face as he walked off. She cried out but was silenced by the loud cracking of a whip.

She couldn't take this much longer, the torment and pain of slavery she had to go through every day since she was 18. She remembered that terrible day, so long ago. The wild shouts of the invading Easterlings, how her father had tried to protect them but they were all taken away to this evil place. 'Maybe tonight will change things' she thought. The picking for The Hunt...yes she knew what would happen if she was chosen but it was better than staying here for the rest of her life. 'Tonight' she repeated to herself and she continued to work. The sun was going down, it was nearly time.

03-31-2003, 03:28 PM	#7
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Beruthiel’s post The sun blazed down on Santiara's back like every other day. Her lips and mouth were so dry, if only she could have some water! The guards were right in front of her, there was no way she was going to be able to get to the water that was kept by the fence. She tossed her bleached, limp hair out of her eyes and stared at the two guards. 'What do you think your doing eh?' One shouted at her menacingly, holding up the whip. She looked away from him to the water bottle he had. He looked at the bottle and then smiled wickedly. 'So you're thirsty are you?' He said softly coming closer to her. She didn't move. 'Well I'm sorry then.' he whispered into her ear, she could smell his foul breath and she looked at him in disgust. He put the bottle to his lips and drank deeply. When he had finished all the water he kicked dirt in her face as he walked off. She cried out but was silenced by the loud cracking of a whip. She couldn't take this much longer, the torment and pain of slavery she had to go through every day since she was 18. She remembered that terrible day, so long ago. The wild shouts of the invading Easterlings, how her father had tried to protect them but they were all taken away to this evil place. 'Maybe tonight will change things' she thought. The picking for The Hunt...yes she knew what would happen if she was chosen but it was better than staying here for the rest of her life. 'Tonight' she repeated to herself and she continued to work. The sun was going down, it was nearly time. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.